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| Copyright Alice E. Steimle - Feb. 1, 2006 |
| My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning. O Lord, in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up. Psalm 5:3 |
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| Father, I lost a dear friend of mine today I know You saw me fall on my knees to pray I looked up, God, into the sky I had to ask you, Father, why? She was your servant in every way when she did sing Her voice was as if it were an Angel's ring High notes that reached for everyone to hear She was a blessing to those far or near |
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| She suffered with pain for so many years Yet it was for others that she cried her tears Thank you Father for taking her home Her love and memory will be here as we roam Now she lives with You and her family I know that she's at peace and smiling at me Now she is safe, and having no more pain Her love will be going and with me she'll remain |
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